Moreover, Yang Kai looked ragged at the moment. One could tell he'd been through hardships, so how could he still have any strength to fight? In addition, he was thin and malnourished, making him easy to underestimate.
Almost everyone believed Yang Kai was doomed today, including Xia Ningshang, who was standing on a large tree nearby.
As a disciple of the Dark Hall, Xia Ningshang had come uninvited again today to record Yang Kai's combat record.
«This isn't good. How can I let my junior brother yield?» Yang Kai hesitated.
«There's nothing wrong with it,» Zhao Hu insisted. «As your junior, it's only right that I let you have three moves! Haha!»
«Alright then.» Yang Kai didn't look very willing. «Since Junior Brother Zhao says so, this senior brother won't hold back.»
«Bring it on!» Zhao Hu shouted in a deep voice, planting his feet like boulders. His muscles bulged and veins popped out.
Watching Yang Kai approach step by step with his thin arms and legs, Zhao Hu sneered inwardly, thinking, 'With such a frail body, I could blow you away with a breath. What power could you possibly have?' Yang Kai slowly walked up to Zhao Hu, raised a fist, and deliberately waved it in front of Zhao Hu's eyes, smiling. «Junior Brother Zhao, this senior brother is really going to hit you now.»
«Come on!»
As soon as the words were spoken, Yang Kai's fist had already slammed into Zhao Hu's chest.
A dull «boom» sounded, and the onlookers didn't even see Yang Kai move; the fist had strangely connected.
Zhao Hu's face turned pale, and his chest involuntarily caved inward.
«Boom!» A second fist came, striking Zhao Hu's abdomen. His body bent sharply, and he felt a surge of stomach acid rising.
«Smack!» Yang Kai lashed out a kick that curled under Zhao Hu's chin. Zhao Hu flew out as expected, landing on the ground motionless.
He won!
The entire scene was dead silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at Yang Kai in shock, their eyes full of disbelief. Su Mu's eyes were especially wide, almost popping out of their sockets.
Two punches and one kick, and Zhao Hu of the Body Tempering Stage Five was sent flying. How the hell could a Body Tempering Stage Three pull that off?
Although Zhao Hu hadn't fought back from start to finish, the force was still incredible. A person weighing over a hundred jin was blasted several zhang away—how could that be done without immense strength? Moreover, the speed was astonishing; moments ago Zhao Hu wore a contemptuous smile, and the next he was unconscious.
Not only the onlookers in front of the small house couldn't believe their eyes, but even Xia Ningshang, who was perched on a treetop watching and recording, felt the same.
Her small notebook clearly recorded Yang Kai's combat record: over two years, one hundred and forty-seven losses with no wins, yet today it was rewritten!
Moreover, the victory was so clean and decisive. Xia Ningshang had been standing gracefully on a branch, but shocked as she was, she couldn't catch her breath of Yuan Qi, her lightness technique faltered, and her body suddenly plunged downward.
With a rustle, the masked woman tumbled down from the treetop three zhang high, landing on her bottom first, letting out a cry of «Ouch».
Fortunately, she was agile and quick to react, managing to borrow some force at the last moment; otherwise, the fall could have been quite serious. Even so, both of her shapely buttocks were burning with pain. She bit her red lips tightly, and a layer of mist gathered in her watery eyes.